Eridan didn't quite groan in frustration, not nearly, but let his skull thump audibly back against the tile. He breathed, and felt Eddie's weight fight the expansion of his lungs. Thinner than he remembered. But maybe that's because Eddie had seemed so much bigger when the sea prince had been small.

"Yeah." Bone dry. He turned his head slightly, cheek pressed to Eddie's temple, to suck another drag off his cigarette. It wasn't easy, with the positioning of their bodies. "Yeah."

A thin exhale. The hand at Eddie's neck had stopped its fruitless clawing, now content to lay idle across the span of his shoulders.

"Did you do that on purpose?" An incline of his head, towards nothing in particular. "Earlier. Just for this, just to get my foot in the trap. Or did you just do it to fuck up what I had with them?"